Artist in Residence
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I knew mother was furious with me. I had walked in on a situation no son should ever observe his mother in. It was not my fault she didn’t take him to her bedroom and lock the door as she should have. I always had access to the studio. How was I supposed to know? No matter how much I tried to justify my actions I could not get over the feeling that I had violated my mother’s privacy again.
The fact that my mother was on her knees sucking and fondling Derrick’s cock certainly surprised me. But it did not offend me. I finally realized what was bothering me so much. I had ruined her moment to live her fantasy. I could not blame her for being furious with me. And Derrick may never model for her again.
The next morning when my mother finally decided that I was worthy of speaking to her again. I apologized profusely. She let me go on for ten minutes until she told me to shut up.
“Arthur, I need to get Derrick back to finish my work. You will get dressed and go with me to the gym. You are going to help me convince Derrick to come back to work with me and that you are not going to kill him because your mother fancied his cock.”
“I’m sorry, Mom.”
“You already said that now go get dressed.”
When we arrived at the gym Derrick was at the front desk helping a young woman fill out some paperwork. We waited for him to finish with her before approaching him. I thought it best to let Mom lead the way.
As soon as Derrick saw us approach he started to apologize again, “Mrs. Taylor-Williams, Mr. Williams. For my actions, I must apologize. It was very unprofessional of me. I don’t know what came over me to act in such a manner.”
As usual, my mother took control of the situation, “Oh be quiet Derrick. And quit apologizing for something I was a willing partner to. I need you to come back and work with me. That commission is due soon and I need you for at least two more hours. Arthur is here to assure you that there will be no repercussions from him and from this day forward he will ensure our privacy while we work. Tell him, Arthur.”
“Derrick, I am the one that needs to apologize if I in any way made you feel unwelcome in our home. I was surprised and yes, shocked. But who wouldn’t be? But that does not give me the right to pass judgment on what two consenting adults do. I promise never to intrude while you and my mother work again.”
“I am very fond of your mother, Mr. Williams. She is a wonderful and kind woman. I understand how that must have looked to you but let me assure you I would never take unwanted liberties or advantage of your mother.”
“I know that, Derrick. My mother is concerned that you will not work for her again. I don’t want my untimely intrusion to upset your working or your personal relationship.”
My mother got right to the point of our visit, “So Derrick, will you come back?”
“Of course, we must finish our work.”
Mom patted Derrick on the arm, “Good, two o’clock tomorrow would be good.”
“Yes, Mrs. Taylor-Williams I can be there at two o’clock.”
The next day Derrick arrived at the studio fifteen minutes early like he always did. He was about to go to the dressing room when he asked, “Good afternoon Mrs. Taylor-Williams, Will a jockstrap be acceptable today? I will pose nude if you insist but I am not sure Mr. Williams would approve.”
I knew exactly what I wanted and why but I did not want to insist Derrick pose nude if that made him feel uncomfortable. It wasn’t necessary for the work we had to do. It was as he knew, just for my pleasure. “After last time I understand your concern. I would prefer that you pose nude but I will leave the decision up to you. Arthur will not disturb our work sessions now or in the future.”
Derick nodded and went to the dressing room. He came out a few minutes later with a towel around his waist. He set the towel aside and assumed the pose in the nude.
“Thank you, Derrick.” I stood next to the canvas with my eyes focused on Derrick’s cock.
Derrick knew exactly where I was looking. “I will get it hard for you Mrs. Taylor-Williams.” He took his cock in his hand and stroked it. I watched this beautiful man as he performed this very personal act to please me. I unbuttoned my smock and set it aside. I unbuttoned my blouse as I walked the short distance to Derrick. Derrick had stopped stroking himself. I put a hand behind his neck as I kissed him and took his cock into my own hand.
“We will not be disturbed today, my dear.” My blouse and then my bra was quickly removed and set aside. I kicked off my pumps. I undid my slacks and pushed them down and stepped out of them. Derrick held me and kissed me as I again reached for his cock. I held his firm member as I kissed his chest and then his nipples. His hands cupped my breast and slid his thumbs over my nipples. I felt a tingle of pleasure in my breasts.
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